PART 8
At the restaurant, Earl had reserved a U shaped booth so Vicki, at his insistence, could sit in the middle, with her husband on one side, and him on the other. Her husband blindly followed along. Once seated, Earl ordered a round of drinks snd again started bringing up memories of both their years at school. An awful lot of his memories included time spent in Vicki’s room,Will thought. Vicki sat there beside him, politely listening, but offering little. Will wondered if he would bring up the groping incident and Vicki shoving him over the desks. That would have caused some guffaws huh ?
As their drinks arrived and they looked over the menu’s, Vicki, unbelievingly, but then not really,felt a hand on her knee. It was not her husbands. Inconspicuously, Earl had dropped his hand below, and was lightly caressing her leg, inching higher and higher under the flimsy material. As before, Vicki felt like she could do nothing but sit there and take it. His hand continued to inch higher, talking to her husband now, about his business, the weather, sports, anything to draw his attention away from where his hand was. He soon reached her panties, and boldly started fingering her crotch. This was even hotter and was turning him on more than the time at his house, in front of family when he rubbed ass while standing at the fireplace. She squirmed a bit, but didn’t stop him. She sat there now while he ran his finger up and down her slit. Amazed to feel her getting wet, and then boldly, quickly, easing his finger inside her panties, while her husband sat there, listening to small talk.
As he reached inside her panties his fingers started working her slit, parting her lips, reaching for her clit. Feeling trapped once again, she allowed it to happen, glancing at her husband who seemed oblivious. Finally, afraid she would uncontrollably start to cum from his finger working her clit, she reached down and removed his hand. Raising his hand back onto the table, he licked his fingers and looking at the menu said “Vicki, have you made up your mind yet ? “. She wasn’t sure what he was referring to.
After the long, lingering meal, which included several more drinks, Earl took care of the charges and they climbed back in the truck. Vicki without being asked, or told to, climbed back in the front. On the way back to the condo Earl noticed her husband dozing off in the back seat. Slyly, he reached over and laid his hand on Vicki’s leg. Buzzing herself,she did nothing to stop him. As he started reaching under her panties again, she felt herself opening her legs, giving him better access to her smooth pussy. His finger inched its way inside, first one, then another, and another, as he started finger fucking her while her husband dozed in back. Again, she was surprised at how wet she was suddenly getting. Between the two, it was hard to say who was more surprised by her reaction, Vicki, or Earl. He fully expected to have to bring up the tapes to get her attention. Nothing of the sort had been required.
The trip back was too short and As the truck rolled to a stop Will woke up as Earl was removing his hand from Vicki’s drenched panties. He offered to walk them to the door but was refused. He watched as Will reached his arms around his wife and held her close as they walked away. Earl reached into his own pants and started massaging his hard cock, determined to have her again.
Inside the room, Vicki was so horny, she stripped out of the dress, dropping it to the floor and climbed on the bed. Next she wiggled out of her soaked panties lest her husband notice her wetness. Soaking up some of her juices, she dropped them and her bra beside her dress. Her husband, taking confused notice, lost no time stripping himself and climbed beside her She immediately rolled over on top of him, and started passionately kissing him, her tongue probing, intersecting with his. She then started working her way down his body, kissing and sucking on his nipples, the way Earl had taught her, her hand cupping his balls as she felt his hardening cock. Still lower she went until now she was between his legs, her head bobbing up and down on his shaft, going far deeper than she ever had before. It had been years since she had given him a blowjob, or let him eat her out. She was very good at it when she was younger, but as she got older she became turned off by the act and had stopped all together, giving and receiving. He just decided she must be going through a second phase of menopause. What other explanation was there ? After sucking him awhile, she rolled off him onto her stomach, stuck her ass in the air and told him to FUCK her. A word she hadn’t uttered in years. As he entered her from behind, it was clear no lube would be needed. She was sopping wet, just as she would get when she was a teenager. He knew, she had just turned 18 when they met., already very experienced and very eager. He fucked her as he hadn’t in years, ramming into her with such force he jarred her entire body forward, balls slapping her ass, only to be met by her fucking him right back, jarring him backwards. The whole time she was uttering guttural sounds from deep within her throat until they began to escape into a scream as her orgasm neared. As he started to cum, she kept bucking until his jism was being pushed back out of her gaping hole and splattering all over her exposed ass. Grabbing his still hard cock, she lined the head up with her asshole, offering it to him. Not believing what was happening, he felt himself getting hard all over as she leaned back, forcing his cock into her second orifice. Having never had her ass before, and struck by how tight she was he didn’t last long till he started cumming again, but cum he did. Then she had a final surprise for him. Reaching into the nightstand she pulled out a small pill. “Here, take this”. “What is it?” “Viagra”, she said. “Where the hell did you get Viagra?” “Free sample” she said. “I’m not through yet, take it”.
The rest of the trip was unbelievable. She had more of the “free sample” Viagra, and as it turned out he needed them all to keep her satisfied. She became hornier and hornier as the days went by. No longer timid about being seen in the skimpy swimsuit, she returned the one piece and bought another bikini, if you could call it that. Amazingly she didn’t mind being ogled at for what ever reason guys ogled her, and some girls. They fucked in every position imaginable like they hadn’t fucked in years.
They didn’t see Mr Earl again after that one night. On the ride home she became strangely quiet. Will just assumed she was tired, he sure the hell was, but inside her guts were churning as she started to wonder herself what had come over her. It was both frightening, and thrilling at the same time.
A few days after returning home, she heard a text come in on her phone. It was Mr. Earl. “I sure enjoyed our brief time together. Hope the rest of your trip was enjoyable. Take a few weeks to rest up, your gonna need it, then come up with an excuse to be away for a week. That should be enough time. Oh, and don’t worry about packing swimsuits, you want need them”. She felt her stomach starting to churn again as her palms got all sweaty. What kind of excuse could she come up with ? And why the after thought “no swimsuits will be needed” what had she gotten herself into ? She couldn’t blame it on Lisa anymore. And why hadn’t she just told her husband what had happened? Because he would have killed him, or had him arrested for rape? Or…. ?
Part 9 to follow…
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